Chapter 37

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Markus parked his car in the driveway but didn't immediately got out.

He sat there for a couple of seconds tapping his fingers on the steering whee, staring at the luxurious house.

He hadn't expect to any other vehicles except the Hendersons. He grabbed the bouquet of flowers and got out the vehicle.

With the flowers in one hand, he knocked once before opening the door. He heard voices coming from the living-room so he just followed the sounds.

"Markus, honey. I'm so glad you made it."

Mrs. Henderson was a beautiful woman in her early forties.

"I wouldn't have missed it."

He handed her the bouquet of her favorite flowers.

He handed her the bouquet of her favorite flowers

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"These are beautiful Markus. You remembered my favorite flowers."

"Of course."

"Dinner is almost ready. You can join the others."

"I didn't know there would be more guests at this dinner."

"I wasn't sure they would make it, so I didn't mention them."

Markus was already dreading accepting the invitation. It was only because of Mrs. Henderson he had showed up. He went into the dining room and all eyes turned to him.

"I'm so glad you made it Markus. You look great." Tim said as he approached him.

"No problem." His whole body stiffened when Tim hugged him.

"Really great." The hug was longer than necessary.

"You can let me go now, Tim."

"Oh, sorry." Tim cleared his throat in embarrassment.

Markus acknowledged the other people in the room. Cassie, Lucas and Dean.

"Hey, Dean. It's been a while. How are you doing?"

"I've been good." Dean gave him a quick hug. "How are your parents?"

"They're good."

Marcus nodded his head at Cassie and Lucas but remained silent.

"Where's Mr. Henderson?"

"He'll be down in a minute." Dean told him. "Would you like anything to drink?"

"Sure. A glass of water."

Dean gave him a nod and left. They didn't have any servants but they had hired a maid to help clean around the house. Mrs. Henderson preferred cooking herself. Just like his mom, her home was hers to pamper.

"There you go."

He took the glass of water and took a sip of the cook liquid. He tipped his head back and emptied the entire glass.

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